March Loops

She slips through
a gum-cracking crowd
just in time
to shield her eyes
from a parade of ponchos
and cowls getting closer. Wants
to remember to open them
in time to find the perfect
tiny spoon for her diorama
existence of shrinking
days—expanding nights.

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